Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 25

The audience was bored. After all, they had come to see the newly appeared Saint.

Because of that, they didn’t focus on the chorus.

It was natural, they weren’t professional singers anyway. Not only that their songs were monotonous and plain without any technique, but the compositions were unvaried and uninteresting to listen to, and there was no blood-curdling grandeur, no tingling, tugging appeal of wistful love. Essentially, the chanting was merely a spectacle for the Saint and the Angelias.

However, the distracting sounds quickly faded away, leaving only silence when a woman next to the Saint sang as everyone was mesmerized by the song as if promised. They thought she would be important to wear the same gold jewelry as Liliana, so it must be because she was doing a solo like this.

The wind blew as she sang, speaking an exotic and mysterious new language.

As she smiled and continued to sing and sing, her voice was soft yet sweet and gentle. It sounded so good that they couldn’t help but focus on her.

In the meanwhile, Maynard stared in amazement. He knew Ellin never had a solo part because she couldn’t sing confidently. He knew it by ear because he had heard it when she practiced, though why did the Saint and Angelias leave their seats for Ellin…?

He stared at her with a confused expression.

Her voice was so beautiful. The way she smiled and praised God, not at all nervous, was that of the Saint herself.

As if…

‘…As if the Saint was her.’

Maynard swallowed the uncomfortable thoughts that welled up, but the song was so soft and beautiful that it even took away that thought. He was surprised as he glanced at Erich, whose tears were flowing from his eyes.

Erich opened his mouth as his eyes locked with Maynard’s.

“I’m sorry. It’s just too beautiful… Isn’t that the sacredness created by sincerity and faith?”

Erich seemed to be singing her praises.

As he observed the crowd’s reactions, he then turned to Arkan, who was seated at the head of the table. Arkan had an unreadable expression on his face. While it was impossible to tell what his feelings were, his gaze was very clearly fixed on Ellin. He could see something in those scarlet eyes. Yes, the red eyes were full of curious greed.

All of a sudden, Liliana came back out again and started singing with Ellin. Was it because she missed the beat? She seemed to struggle to keep up with the singing. In addition, her pronunciation was also poor, so it didn’t blend in with Ellin’s flawless singing.

Arkan’s face turned to one of disgust as Liliana stepped forward.

It was unknown why the God-killing Normatian clan and the god-hating Emperor came here. For that reason, the gap was so bizarre, and Maynard felt an unknown uneasiness.

“Huh? The wound is healed!”

As one of the commoners shouted, there was a murmur before some of the commoners began to shout as well.

“My body feels light!”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore!”

Everyone shouted in excitement. The nobles all looked at the commoners, who shouted for joy, and as soon as their song was finished, the people shouted.

“Hooray, Saint!”

Liliana accepted the cheers with a puzzled look on her face. In the first place, she was the Saint who couldn’t handle her holy power properly. However, it has now been confirmed that she had strong enough potential to heal many people.

People cheered as they saw the birth of a new Saint.

It was then.

“Pffhahahaha!”

Grabbing his stomach, Erich started laughing before he got up from his chair and walked away.

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“What’s this now? What do they mean that their wounds are healed?”

Erich smirked at Rondson’s question, who hurriedly approached him, as soon as he left his seat. His eyes were fixed on Liliana. His eyes, still smiling, had a charming glow to them.

“It looks like the saint must have bought someone.”

Saying that, the smile was still painted on his face before his eyes shifted and turned to Ellin, not Liliana. As if this didn’t surprise her, she quickly walked into the waiting room.

“Our ‘Pope’ must be very pleased.”

Rondson looked at Erich, who was still smiling, curiously.

“By the way, isn’t the singing voice so beautiful?”

“Ah, yes! I never thought that commoner Angelia could sing so well.”

“I really want to hear it again.”

There was a soft, hazy emotion in his orange eyes as he was smiling brightly.

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“…They must have been planted by the Pope.”

Arkan muttered.

He went from hearing the clear voice to seeing ugly things so his mood quickly deteriorated. Yes, such an ugly thing was the temple… to have a commoner perform, they were a truly remarkable bunch.

He watched Ellin’s back as she walked away.

‘Why did I come?’

He thought back at himself for a moment as he felt a slight twinge of regret. While he was certain there was something wrong with the last song, since she did well, he didn’t think it was harassment. Still, he thought it was alright because the sound of her voice was good. Arkan tried to tell himself that.

Then, he had another thought.

What would happen if he brought that woman and just made her sing? He could keep looking at her in the room while she sang. Just the thought was exhilarating.

…Should he take her back right away?

Stunned at the thought, Arkan came to his senses and laughed at his impulse.

As he turned his head, a servant ran quickly.

Raising up from his seat, he decided to do something to feel better. Well, since he had just heard a good song, would it be natural to pay a small price?

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